(Verse 1, Red.)

I’m the favourite bastard son of Jeffery Dahmer, Jack The Ripper back in business with the body count of King Ghidorah

Rolling over boarders board your doors murder with no remorse while I’m pillaging you whores villages Uh

Petal to the metal meddling in these matter As you chitter chatter

Red about to spatter in this chatter box

Little momma you crying to your sister before I fist her and eat her up with a side of a little shitty mustard

Mustered up the courage to ask this metal terrorist if his humanity is peering through the rest of these meddlers

Bells chimer as red rapper wrapping this Christmas gift from hell and serving it to you on a silver platter uh

How dapper this man come through with no managers with his king hail headache slapping and fucking banging up

All hail king kush he be the man who be running the whole click until he leave it on a high note

I know you wanna snatch the crown, we’ll come and do it but you better not have that silly mask on

He sings too well, till the bells from the christening brings the cheer as I whisper in these kids ears

Evil thoughts be eating at my inner core and I feel like I’ll die soon if I can’t date another shitty whore

Electric eel, quick shock to hip hop as aggie still complaining about the homophobia and why it should quick stop

Will it flop?

Trying to be the old me so bad that I can’t stop

What a shit song, make it stop

Cut the whole track out and let it rot

Like tick tock or I just might snap

Rat a tat tat

Get your shit clapped

That’s the old me

Aggie you so mad

Fag can I drop that?

The fuck you think I’ll say?

You should wait bitch

Or you can catch this court case

It wasn’t ready and now nobody remembers the shit you gon say

(Verse 2, Red.)

I guess it’s all my fault because I’m not Arian Humanitarian red just be better than everyone coming for me

And I ain’t trying to be on any type of Kanye shit but I thought about killing you, and now Murder on my mind and shit

Look outside and you can see the grave of Brandon Green buried on the side of the highway, that man never wanted me

The only dapper Dan that inherited his looks is aggie and he’s a faggot but tell me that y’all knew that

He’s suicidal and can’t take it when the mild is idle but before I end it imma make it a little genocidal

If the silence can make his mind enter spirals then you better shut up and play these fucking triangles

You ain’t cool, trying to become viral while acting vile like a Viking and raping this mild foster child

While fighting with your mild pile of hostile crocodiles while all the same time mocking my fucking hairstyle